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flufftober · 3 days ago

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🍀🍂 Hello and welcome to Flufftober's (first) Fluff Bingo 🍀🍂

In our poll, nearly 50% of you voted for a handful of bingo cards to fill the other half of the year with more fluff before we jump right back into the excitement that is Flufftober - and of course, we're here to deliver 😊

Find all the important info, more cards, and all the prompts in writing below the cut.

We hope you like this event and our prompts, and now

Happy Creating 🥳

🍀 Pick your card - we offer:

🍂 one card with 5x5 prompts (as seen at the top)

🍂 two cards with 3x3 prompts:

🍂 three themed cards with 1x5 prompts:

🍂 and as a bonus, a 3x3 card with tasks instead of prompts:

🍀 How does this work?

🍂 our standard blog rules apply and you'll find answers to most questions on our FAQ post

🍂 aside from that, you can go wild: fill these cards however you like, as quick or as slow as you like, as often as you like, and use as many of them as you like. We just want you to have fun 😊

🍂 if there are prompts on the bigger cards you don't like, feel free to use the 1x5 cards as alternate prompts and switch them out

🍂 download the cards and tick them off once you've finished a square; make a post for every square or only once you have a bingo or even a blackout - it's all up to you!

🍂 as with all our events, this one will never close, you can always use these cards. If you need a timeframe/deadline because (like me) you'll never finish otherwise, consider these loose goals:

finish until July 1st when we release the new Flufftober list

finish during October, maybe by combining some of these with the Flufftober prompts

finish until the end of the year so you're ready for whatever event we plan for next spring

🍀 What about tumblr reblogs and ao3?

🍂 tumblr reblogs will still happen but not daily as you're used to during Flufftober. It will strongly depend on how many posts there happen to be at a time and how the modmin team will have time. But as long as you mention us and/or use the tag (and follow the rules, obviously), reblogs will happen

🍂 please use the tag #fluffbingo

🍂 feel free to also add the general #flufftober tag

🍂 please make sure to clearly show the fandom, either in the first few tags or noticeably in the post

🍂 contrary to how we do it during Flufftober, we will only use four tags during reblogs this time: #fluffbingo #fluffreblog #[fandom] #[your user name] - that means we will not tag any ships, characters, or which prompt you're covering

🍂 on ao3, our collection for this event is Flufftober Fluff Bingo

Prompts

We're going left to right, top to bottom!

🍂 5x5 card

Fresh Start

To-Do List

Craft Fair

Creature AU

“This was a bad idea.”

Exploring Together

Plushie

Secret Signal

“You’ll love it.”

Late Night

Hidden (...)

“It’s just so much.”

Free Space

Fake Dating

Carnival

“You’re the best!”

Royal AU

Missing the Other

Never ever, ever

Rainbow

Hanahaki

Pep Talk

“I really mean it.”

Hoodie

Movie AU

🍂 3x3 card I

“Where do I start?”

Famous AU

Traveling the World Together

Enjoying a Lazy Day

Task: Write in a tense you usually don’t write/write less than another tense

“You said you had it handled!” - “Yeah, well, I lied.”

Birthday

“Hey, wait, that’s mine.”

Direction

🍂 3x3 card II

“You’re late!”

Hospital AU

Grocery Shopping Together

Going for a Walk

Task: Write from a POV you usually don’t write/write less than another POV

“Could you not do that, please?” - “Spoilsport.”

Sunshine

“I don’t know, you decide.”

Concert

🍂 1x5 card - Smiles

Secret Smile

Relieved Smile

Honest Smile

Devious Smile

Teary Smile

🍂 1x5 card - Hugs

Soothing Hug

Hug in Celebration

Sleepy Hug

Hug from behind

Desperate Hug

🍂 1x5 card - Kisses

Kiss on the Hand

Kiss to distract

Goodbye Kiss

Forhead Kiss

Kiss on the Cheek

🍂 3x3 card - Tasks

Finish your WIP

Sort all your Ideas and/or WIPs

Edit an entire Chapter or Oneshot

Outline a Story

Work on that hard Scene that is giving you so much trouble it is holding you back

Finish the next Chapter of your WIP

Join in a Writing Event (this card doesn’t count 😉 but the others do!)

Finish a Oneshot

Dig out an old Draft and work on it

Have Fun and Go Wild 🥳

#fluffbingo #flufftober #bingo card #writing prompts #prompts #fluff prompts #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #art #arting #open to all fandoms #open to anyone #open to all content creators #open to crossovers #feel free to spread the word #feel free to reblog

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noobscrub · 3 days ago

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Since this option doesn't actually stop people from using the Enhance with AI feature, I created Archebot, a simple Discord bot that anyone can invite to their server. I originally wrote this for my friend's server, but I figured other people might find it useful.

The bot works by deleting any message sent by one of Discord's bot users, namely Domo, InsightFaceSwap, Viggle, and Glifbot. If any other AIs are added, please feel free to let me know so I can add them to the list.

Archebot is free to use, and I encourage other developers to iterate and improve on my code. It's a really simple program, so I will not ask for credit if anyone uses my code or ideas from this project. I'm still looking into long-term hosting solutions, but my current setup should suffice for now.

If you want to use Archebot, ensure that it has the proper roles to view any channels that you would like it to delete AI from. In addition, you must keep the Use External Apps setting enabled. I know the above post says to turn it off, but that makes any message sent by those AI users ephemeral. An ephemeral message is a message only the recipient can see. For example, if you get DC'd from an inactive VC, Discord will send you an ephemeral message saying that "bandwidth doesn't grow on trees". If the message is ephemeral, it cannot be seen by people other than the command user, so it cannot be deleted.

Here is the Github.

And here is the invite link.

So, Discord has added a feature that lets other people "enhance" or "edit" your images with different AI apps. It looks like this:

Currently, you can't opt out from this at all. But here's few things you can do as a protest.

FOR SERVERS YOU ARE AN ADMIN IN

Go to Roles -> @/everyone roles -> Scroll all the way down to External Apps, and disable it. This won't delete the option, but it will make people receive a private message instead when they use it, protecting your users:

You should also make it a bannable offense to edit other user's images with AI. Here's how I worded it in my server, feel free to copypaste:

Do not modify other people's images with AI under ANY circumstances, such as with the Discord "enhancement" features, amidst others. This is a bannable offense.

COMPLAIN TO DISCORD

There's few ways to go around this. First, you can go to https://support.discord.com/hc/en-us/requests/new , select Help and Support -> Feedback/New Feature Request, and write your message, as seen in the screenshot below.

For the message, here's some points you can bring up:

Concerns about harassment (such as people using this feature to bully others)

Concerns about privacy (concerns on how External Apps may break privacy or handle the data in the images, and how it may break some legislations, such as GDPR)

Concerns about how this may impact minors (these features could be used with pictures of irl minors shared in servers, for deeply nefarious purposes)

BE VERY CLEAR about "I will refuse to buy Nitro and will cancel my subscription if this feature remains as it is", since they only care about fucking money

Word them as you'd like, add onto them as you need. They sometimes filter messages that are copypasted templates, so finding ways to word them on your own is helpful.

ADDING: You WILL NEED to reply to the mail you receive afterwards for the message to get sent to an actual human! Otherwise it won't reach anyone

UNSUSCRIBE FROM NITRO

This is what they care about the most. Unsuscribe from Nitro. Tell them why you unsuscribed on the way out. DO NOT GIVE THEM MONEY. They're a company. They take actions for profit. If these actions do not get them profit, they will need to backtrack. Mass-unsuscribing from WOTC's DnD beyond forced them to back down with the OGL, this works.

LEAVE A ONE-STAR REVIEW ON THE APP

This impacts their visibility on the App store. Write why are you leaving the one-star review too.

Regardless of your stance on AI, I think we can agree that having no way for users to opt out of these pictures is deeply concerning, specially when Discord is often used to share selfies. It's also a good time to remember internet privacy and safety- Maybe don't post your photos in big open public servers, if you don't want to risk people doing edits or modifications of them with AI (or any other way). Once it's posted, it's out of your control.

Anyways, please reblog for visibility- This is a deeply concerning topic!

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arxiwon · 20 hours ago

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hi! if you’re still accepting requests, can i please request a boxer!ni-ki fic where the reader works as a ringside doctor? they became sort of friends because the reader would always treat his wounds/injuries after a match. after one match in particular where ni-ki wins but gets pretty badly injured, he confesses to her and she’s just like ??? at the timing. fluff, feel free to add some angst/tension!

Tending to the Champion

The roar of the crowd was still ringing in your ears as you rushed into the dimly lit medical room, gloves snapping over your trembling fingers.

Ni-ki sat on the edge of the table, bruised and bloodied, a fresh gash on his cheek, his knuckles raw. But instead of wincing, instead of complaining, he just grinned at you.

That damn grin.

"You should be lying down," you scolded, forcing yourself to focus as you grabbed the antiseptic. "That last hit—Ni-ki, you could've—"

"You’re beautiful when you’re worried."

Your hands froze mid-air. What?

He was still smirking, but there was something different in his eyes—something real, something that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Ni-ki, you're concussed," you muttered, reaching for his face, tilting it toward the light to check the swelling.

"I'm not." His voice dropped, rough and low. "I know exactly what I'm saying."

Your stomach twisted.

He sucked in a sharp breath when you dabbed at his cheek, but his eyes never left yours. "You always do this, you know," he murmured.

You frowned. "Do what?"

"Take care of me. Worry about me. Touch me like you actually give a damn." His fingers ghosted over your wrist, barely there, but your pulse betrayed you.

"Of course I care," you whispered, swallowing against the lump in your throat.

Ni-ki exhaled a soft laugh, shaking his head. "Then let me make this easy for you."

And then, in the most ridiculous, unfair, heart-stopping moment of your life—he said it.

"I like you." His voice was steady, but his grip on your wrist tightened just slightly. "A lot. Probably more than I should."

Silence.

Your chest ached, a slow, unfamiliar kind of pain settling in. "You’re literally bleeding, Ni-ki. Right now? You had to say this right now?"

He chuckled, wincing when it pulled at his split lip. "What, you need me to be in perfect condition before I tell you I’m into you?"

You huffed, but the heat behind your ribs wasn’t anger.

Ni-ki was looking at you differently now. Not just a fighter, not just the cocky, undefeated champion.

Just a boy, sitting in front of you, bruised and broken, waiting.

Waiting for you.

God help you.

"You’re impossible," you whispered, but your hands were softer now, fingers brushing over his skin like he was something fragile.

And when he finally let his head rest against your touch, closing his eyes for just a second, you knew—

You were already his.

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ozzgin · 7 hours ago

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I am presently looking at over 20.000 followers gathered on this blog. Which, you know, is a rather ridiculous number, especially given there's nothing but tomfoolery happening here.

The main point is that I wouldn't be here without you. So, I wanted to celebrate my new milestone in a different way. I have just finished making this picrew below, so you may design your own blobsona.

If you'd like, please send me the avatar you created, so I can add it to my collection: The many faces of Ozz. Because, as I said, this blog has only been thriving with your engagement and your support. This is a celebration of you!

Edit: Feel free to modify or add your own twist to the image! Just got a lovely ask that did just that, so I wanted to emphasize it myself. Have fun! :D

#i'll be sharing the results in maybe a week! :)#personal #follower milestone #picrew

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nuttysaladtree · 20 hours ago

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Posted to r/MadeMeSmile about three years ago, so around 2021 or 2022? If someone on the right device can see a timestamp, please feel free to reblog prev's post and add it.

#made me smile #r/mademesmile #Described #late night snack #u/rpark888 #reddit

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eclipixels · 2 days ago

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I loved ur isagi work where he was jealous that kaiser kept flirting w the reader! Do u mind making a part 3? I don’t have any ideas but ur the writer so feel free to do whatever u want :)

Snapchat

Yoichi Isagi x Reader

Content: Blurb. Kaiser adds you on snap...

Wanings: slight ooc

[791 words]

You’re in the kitchen, the warm scent of freshly baked cookies filling the air. You hum softly to yourself as you press down on the dough, rolling it into perfect little balls. It's a quiet afternoon, just you and Isagi. He’s in the living room, sprawled on the couch, aimlessly scrolling through your phone and taking goofy pictures of himself. You don’t mind, it’s kind of cute. Honestly, you trust him enough to go through your phone. And he trusts you the same way. It’s a no-judgment zone.

You sneak a glance at him from the kitchen, catching him mid-pose. His face is scrunched in some overly dramatic expression, and you can’t help but smile at how ridiculous he looks. "You look like an idiot," you call out, knowing he can hear you.

"You're just jealous because I look this good," he responds without missing a beat, holding up the phone to show you his latest masterpiece.

You chuckle, shaking your head as you continue baking. Just as you’re about to place another tray in the oven, you hear him chuckle from the other room.

Your notification sound pings, pulling his attention. He glances down, eyebrow raised in curiosity. It’s a Snapchat request. From Kaiser. What?

Kaiser, wants to add you? The idea sends a little pang of jealousy through him, but he quickly shakes it off. You’d probably be mad he was entertaining Kaiser at all but he couldn’t help himself. He needed to know why Kaiser wanted to add you. So, he clicks “Accept,”

A few moments later, a new snap pops up, and Isagi opens it with some hesitation. He almost chokes on his own breath when he sees what’s inside.

It's Kaiser. Shirtless. Posing in front of a mirror, flexing his absurdly toned back muscles, a smug grin on his face as if to say, LoOk at thESe mUscLes, Y/n. AReN’t yOu iMprEsSEd?

Isagi, now fully in his feelings, can’t help it. He’s irritated and annoyed. He takes a deep breath and, without thinking too much, snaps a picture of his middle finger. His thumb and forefinger are exaggeratedly posed, the camera angle making it look like a sarcastic, exaggerated gesture. He adds a caption. “Bitch, ain’t no one care ab your big back.”

He hits send and watches, mouth set in a frown as he waits. But then, to his surprise, a new snap arrives from Kaiser.

You peek at Isagi, who’s still glaring at your phone, looking more agitated than he should be. He opens the snap, and Kaiser’s reply is pure chaos. It’s another shirtless photo, but this time, he’s doing a backflip. Mid-air, looking like he’s defying gravity. He somehow finds a way to make his abs even more prominent as he flips, and the caption reads: "Nice try, Isagi, but you can’t out-muscle perfection."

Isagi clenches his jaw, and without missing a beat, he snaps a photo of himself benchlifting more than what Kaiser can, with the caption, “Do you even lift, bro?🥱”

It’s a showdown now.

Kaiser’s snap arrives a few minutes later. This time, he’s holding up a protein shake and looking way too pleased with himself. The caption: "This is my breakfast, Isagi. What’s yours? Probably something weak like cereal. You couldn’t handle this shit."

Isagi gets ready to take another snap when his eyes fall on you. He turns to you, grinning slyly despite the mess he’s in. "He started it, Y/n," he says, but you’re already holding your stomach from laughing at the absurdity of it all.

He quickly snaps a photo of his own, showing a huge fucking steak, completely lean, sizzling on the pan. “I get my protein straight from the source.”

Your phone buzzes as Kaiser sends one final snap.

It’s a photo of him with a dog. A cute one, and he’s looking at the camera with a completely fake look of innocence. “Just letting you know, Isagi. I’m also a dog person. I’m every lady’s dream guy.”

“Yeah, we can tell you’re a dog guy with the lack of pussy you get.” Isagi snaps, holding up the poor cat you guys both adopted a while ago. The poor kitty had no idea what was going on.

He throws the phone on the couch and leans back, still laughing. “That guy is seriously a piece of work,” he says.

You watch him for a second before grinning. Ten out of ten rage bait. "Yeah, but you kind of took the bait, didn't you?"

He sighs dramatically and flops back, "I swear... this is so not over."

And before you can say anything, he grabs your phone again and, without hesitation, snap a photo of both of you together.

The caption? “Fuck yo backflips, I give backshots.”

#blue lock isagi #bllk #blue lock #bllk isagi x reader #bllk isagi yoichi #blue lock isagi yoichi #bllk isagi yoichi x reader #bllk yoichi isagi #blue lock isagi yoichi x reader #blue lock yoichi #isagi x reader #isagi x you #isagi x y/n #isagi blue lock #yoichi isagi x reader #isagi yoichi #bllk isagi #yoichi isagi #yoichi x reader

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imagining-in-the-margins · 2 days ago

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Undercover Challenge 🕵️

Hey everyone, I’m back with another monthly challenge! For the months of March AND April, I am formally challenging any willing writer to take a stab at writing fanfiction including someone undercover using their choice of Criminal Minds characters! Reader, Original Character, Character/Character ships, Gen/Platonic fics are allowed! Please check out the Rules below the Keep Reading.

There are prompts below the cut, so keep going!

(**This is NOT a request list for me—this is a prompt list of other writers! Feel free to request from someone else, and be sure to let them know about the challenge!)

General Prompts 🔍

Characters go undercover as a married couple.

A goes undercover as an escort to gain intel on B.

A feigns distress while undercover and is surprised when B saves them.

A goes undercover as a sex worker. B is shocked by their sexual persona.

Halloween masks offer the perfect opportunity to snoop on your coworkers.

A is excelling at their undercover work... until B shows up, also undercover.

Character goes undercover to a mystic who immediately identifies them as a spy.

A struggles with the more psychopathic aspects of their undercover work. B doesn't.

Character becomes close with their agent handler... they've never felt so cared for before.

Character is an investigative journalist trying to learn about the inner workings of the BAU.

It would be a lot easier to pretend if Character wasn't actually in love with their partner.

A thinks they've successfully tricked B... when B leans forward and speaks directly into their wire.

Character is surprised when their undercover partner is very good at pretending to be in love with them.

A becomes worries when B gets injured on an undercover mission that they were supposed to go on instead.

Character goes undercover as a stripper. This is how everyone learns they already knew how to pole dance.

Characters are both undercover, but think the other is in the organization they're investigating. They learn nothing.

Anything else you can think of!

Dialogue Prompts 🔍

"It's not real." / "It feels real."

"You should dress like that more often."

"You look... different." / "That's kind of the point."

“Did you really think this was going to work on me?”

“Your diamond ring is fake.” / “So is the engagement.”

"Maybe in another universe, I could’ve been different."

"You haven't even scratched the surface of my skillsets.”

“I’m just acting.” / “Oh? So you can make your heart race on command?”

“We should focus on the mission.” / “I’m trying, but you’re making it very difficult.”

“I know you have to go undercover, but do you really have to dress like that?” / “No, but I look good, don’t I?”

Rules

Your fic can be a Reader insert, an Original Character, a character/character ship, a platonic ship, or a Gen fic. It can feature any Criminal Minds character. AUs and crossovers are more than welcome.

Tag me in the fic, or send the link to me in a Direct Message. It can be already written, or you can write it for the challenge - I collect both! You can also tag “#mentioningmargins”

The fic can be any genre, but ONLY send me smut if your bio states you are 18+. I DO NOT WANT smut written by minors. Ever. At all. I will check. Platonic ships and pure, fluffy fics are 100% allowed. Please also include some indication of rating if it is NSFW.

Please include Content Warnings and a one-sentence Summary of the fic in your post. For xReader fics, PLEASE specify if your reader is Female, Male, or Gender Neutral.

Have fun!

The Masterlist of fics will (hopefully) be posted around April 30 If you finish after that, no problem - just send me the fic once you’re done and I’ll add it after-the-fact!

Feel free to message me if you want help developing a plot, have any questions, or just want to gush about your fic. I’m happy to help, and I’m happy you’re here ❤️

Happy writing!

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autistic-archivist · 2 days ago

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Something I’ve been thinking about in regards to tma and tmagp is how beautifully diverse the characters are. I’ve grown up with media full of straight, skinny white characters, a token POC character, and a fat character who’s the comic relief. Whereas in tma and tmagp:

Jon is a POC and biromantic

Martin is fat (and NOT the comic relief) and gay (or bi?)

Basira is a POC

Sasha is a POC (at least in the art)

Helen is a POC (idk if it’s canon but that’s the art I’ve seen)

Georgie is a POC (again, idk if it’s canon, but that’s how she’s depicted in the art)

I’ve seen Tim drawn with what look like epicanthic folds and if that’s canon, he’s Asian (I also don’t know if that “counts” as POC; I googled it and results were inconclusive and I don’t want to offend anyone)

Sam is POC

Alice is trans

Please feel free to correct me if I’m wrong on any of these, and please add other ones!! I have a splitting headache right now and am having trouble thinking clearly

#tma #the magnus archives #tmagp #the Magnus protocol #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tim stoker #basira hussain #sasha james #helen richardson #samama khalid #alice dyer #diversity

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hopeswriting · 1 day ago

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[ID: A full-colored digital fanart of Chrome Dokuro and Sasagawa Kyoko, from the manga and anime Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

They're drawn from their thighs up, both in their Ten Years Later version. Chrome holds Kyoko against her with a hand on the small of her back, her other hand holding onto her trident, raised defensively in front of them. She looks at us while Kyoko looks at her, looking surprised.

The background's pinkish red, and the artist's signature's drawn at the bottom of the drawing along Chrome's trident. /End ID]

🧡💜

#khr fanarts #chrome dokuro #sasagawa kyoko #image id #please add the id to the original post if you like it!#feel free to modify it beforehand too!#downdelionsids #queue #ohhh love it!!!

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redhrs · 18 hours ago

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Sharp Edges, Part 3 - Sylus x Reader

synopsis— With 24 hours to steal his brooch, you're trapped in a battle of wit and temptation. But Sylus isn't just guarding the prize— he's breaking your resolve, one touch at a time. inspired by Midnight Stealth.

word count— 3.5k~

warnings— 18+, smut, angst, slow burn, nsfw, drunk sex, hate sex, enemies to lovers, rivalry, dom!sylus, making out, aphrodisiac wine, fem!reader, reader is confident, teasing, edging, dry humping, unprotected sex, thigh fucking, choking, sylus is needy asf, reader is horny and lowkey desperate, rough sex, porn with plot, voyeurism

minors don't interact!

🎧 The Zone - The Weeknd

Sylus pins you down, wrists above head, his weight pressing you into the mattress. There’s no space left between you—you feel everything. The frantic hammering of his heart, the heat of his body searing into yours, the hardness of his erection softly grinding against your clit.

"This is what you wanted, right? To see how far l'll go?", he pants, his swollen lips trailing down your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. Your wrists twist under his grip—you want to touch him so badly it aches.

“Sylus, please,” you whisper, the words spilling out like a plea. His fingers tighten around you as if he knows—knows how desperately you want to run your hands over him, to pull him closer, to feel him without restraint.

“Sylus, oh—Sylus,” he mocks your tone, his lips sucking at the sensitive skin of your collarbone. He’s getting on your nerves, and you’re really starting to hate him for it—but the burning anger tangles with the raw, insatiable desire boiling inside you, and it’s getting harder to tell one from the other.

“Fuck you,” you curse under your breath, your legs wrapping around his waist, desperate to feel more of him. He smirks, his voice low and taunting.

“I know you want to,” he mutters, one hand sneaking between your legs, his fingers teasing you through the fabric of your soaked panties. You whine, your back arching instinctively, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he presses you down harder, his body heavy with intent.

“Say it. Tell me how badly you want it.” Sylus lips brush over yours, his voice rough with need.

“I need you to fuck me right now,” You bite on his lower lip, “To show me how good you can make me feel.”

The moment the words leave your lips, Sylus’s resolve shatters. He crashes his lips to yours, taking what you’ve begged for, as he pushes your underwear to the side, plunging his long digits into you. Your hands, free from his grip, instantly roam over him. One tangles in his soft hair, the other drags down his back, beneath his shirt, nails scraping against his skin. He grunts, a low chuckle escaping his lips.

“You’re so wet but I haven’t done anything yet,” You don’t even care anymore about the obscene moans and whimpers filling the room, “Are you sure you can take it? This is only the beginning, doll.” His fingers are moving at a faster pace, thrusting and curling inside you and all you can do is cry out his name in despair.

“Shut up and keep going” You bite on his Adam’s apple, sucking and teasing the sensitive skin of his neck. You never knew Sylus could be this vocal, and the sounds he’s making right now only fuel your hunger. You can’t wait to hear what other sweet, sinful noises you can draw from him.

“Such an impatient girl,” he adds a third finger and you arch, feeling the familiar heat building in your lower abdomen, your body responding to him with an intensity you didn’t know you were capable of.

“Sylus,” you breathe, gasping for air, the words spilling from you in a helpless whisper. “Don’t stop.”

“Look at you, fucking yourself on my fingers. I didn’t know you could be so bold.” He laughs.

“Wait until you see what I can do to you”, you cling to him as you feel your orgasm approaching.

Sylus moans as you seize his lips in a kiss so urgent and commanding, it leaves him dizzy. Your head tilts to deepen it, your tongue sliding against his, teeth biting his lip as he still fucks you with his fingers.

“What about you show me now?” Just when you’re about to come, Sylus removes his fingers, earning a cry of frustration from you.

“Why did you s—Mmffh” You couldn’t finish your sentence as he forcefully sinks his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself.

“I’d love to see what that pretty mouth of yours can do.”

Oh, you’ll show him. You’ll make him lose his sanity and leave him begging. “Is that so?” You push him hard enough for him to be completely on his back. “Strip.”

You watch him attentively, your eyes not missing the flex of his muscles as he moves to remove every piece of clothing. You’re dripping wet, the juices of your arousal slicking your thighs— you can’t believe he left you high like this.

You try not to gasp at the length and thickness of his member. You knew he was big when you felt it before, but now that you see it… It’s even bigger than what you imagined.

“Like what you see?” Sylus smirks, a proud smile on as he slowly strokes himself, his dark eyes never leaving yours. You bite your lip, your mouth watering at the view. You don’t answer, instead you slap his hand away and take his cock in your own. He lets out a soft whimper as your fingers wrap around him, your thumb teasing the tip where precum has already begun to bead. His lower abdomen flexes involuntarily at the sensation, a sharp intake of breath escaping him. You lean forward, ass perked up, not breaking eye contact.

Sylus props himself on his elbows, not wanting to miss a single second of the little show you’re putting on for him. “What’s the word?” You tease, his dick twitching as your breath mingle with the wetness of his tip.

“Fuck,” he moves his hips forward, urging you. You click your tongue.

“I fear that won’t work, Sylus. Use your words.” His face flushes, and you can tell he’s deciding whether to let go of that façade he wears so well—the one of the man always in control, knowing he has to drop it if he wants you.

Determined to make him break, you press wet kisses along his length, making sure he feels the way your tongue teasingly brushes over the vein beneath his skin. He shuts his eyes, one hand threading through his hair, tugging slightly in a vain attempt to keep his composure.

“Oh, God— Please, give it to me,” he groans, his voice trembling with desperation. You can almost feel the crack in his tone, a sound so satisfying it sends a thrill through you. Seeing him unravel, trembling under your touch, only makes you crave more.

“Good.” You smile against him, a mischievous glint in your eyes, before trailing slow, deliberate stripes with your tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, savoring the taste of him. Sylus is so sensitive you thought. You spit onto your hand, your fingers tight around his base as you begin to stroke him slowly. When your soft lips wrap over his tip, a broken whimper escapes him. His head falls back, lost in pure bliss, his breath shallow and uneven. One of his hands finds its way to the back of your head, holding you there as if he’s trying to ground himself in the overwhelming pleasure. You’re not sure if you’ll be able to take all of him, but you’re more than halfway there, bobbing your head, your cheeks hollowed as your tongue teases his most sensitive spots. One hand glides along the areas you can’t reach, while the other keeps your hair out of the way.

“You— Fuck, you feel too good” Sylus has completely drowned in lust, not even able to restrain himself. He tugs on your hair, his hips thrusting into your mouth as you take him deep in your throat, the sounds of your saliva mixing with his precum echoing in the room. Tears well in your eyes, and you find yourself clenching around nothing, your own moans sending waves of pleasure through him. “You’re so beautiful— your pretty mouth, taking me so well,” His thrusts become more erratic, messier, you can tell he’s close. You need to stop now if you want to leave him miserable like you were, but his grip on you is too tight and the way you gag around him is all it takes to send him over the edge.

“Oh, fuck I —” Sylus pulls out just in time as he spills over himself, thick white ropes coating his skin while he strokes himself through his climax. You sit there, completely stunned by the sight before you—Sylus pleasuring himself, eyes half-lidded, lips parted as he pants, looking at you like you’re the only one he wants in this world.

“Who would’ve thought the big boss from Onychinus would be such a needy mess in bed?” You finally speak, your voice slightly hoarse, as you lick the cum from his hand. He chuckles and pulls you into a kiss.

“Miss Hunter… I shall return the favor now. Let’s see who’s the most desperate between the two of us.” You don’t have a chance to respond before he pins you down again, his hands roaming with urgent need, pulling you closer as his lips trail down your neck, kissing and biting hungrily at every inch of your skin until he reaches your breasts. With effortless skill, he strips you of your dress, leaving you in nothing but your thong. Sylus pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of you, his gaze dark with appreciation.

“Stunning,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire. His mouth is everywhere, tongue teasing and nibbling at your nipple while his thumb circles the other, leaving you restless.

“That feels good,” you exhale sharply, urging him to keep going. You feel him smile against your skin as he continues his slow ascent, his hands reaching the hem of your panties. His hands grip your tights, forcing them wide open as he looks at you, his teasing expression returning.

“Looks like these are ruined,” he chuckles, tearing your underwear off. “I’ll get you new ones, don’t worry.”

Your back arches instinctively as his tongue slips between your folds, dragging up your slit in long, languid strokes. He kisses and sucks at your clit, the heat of his breath only heightening the sensation, sending jolts of pleasure through you with each movement. The sight of him between your thighs, devouring you completely, makes something snap inside you. Lost in the moment, you grind against his face, your legs instinctively closing around him.

“Sylus, right there,” you moan, your eyes nearly rolling back as he slides two fingers inside you.

“You’re so sweet,” He rasps, “Gosh, I can’t get enough of you.” You feel yourself edging closer to release as Sylus finds that sweet spot inside you, his tongue flicking expertly at your clit, sending waves of pleasure that make you dizzy with sensitivity. “Come for me, Angel.”

And you do—your orgasm hits you like a wave, your juices coating his lips, chin, and cheeks. He doesn’t stop, his fingers continuing to work you through your high as he licks up every drop of your arousal. Sylus was hungry, devouring you like a starved man. You could see the way he was working himself up too, grinding against the mattress in an attempt to relieve the throbbing ache of his need.

“Sylus,” you sit up, pulling him close by the neck, your lips just a breath away, “Take me. I want you.”

As soon as the words leave your lips, his mouth gently meets yours in a slow, deep kiss that feels full of unspoken words. His hands pull you closer, guiding you to straddle him as you both move together, bodies pressed against each other with an intensity that’s soft yet consuming. The kiss is tender, the rhythm slow, as if you’re savoring every second, completely immersed in the connection between you.

“I’ve been waiting so long, to be able to touch you like this.” Sylus whispers, his lips brushing softly against your cheek, your jaw, your neck. The atmosphere, once charged with control and dominance, has shifted into something unexpectedly intimate. A strange, familiar feeling stirs inside of you, one that you can’t quite place but know all too well, as if it’s something you’ve felt before and yet can’t fully understand. Your hand slips between your bodies, fingers wrapping around his length, giving it a few strokes. Your foreheads press together, eyes locked as Sylus lifts you, aligning himself with your entrance. Your breaths mingle, both of you panting in anticipation of the pleasure that is about to overtake you. After what feels like an eternity, he slowly sinks into you, his thickness stretching you in a way that has both of you moaning in unison.

“Mhm— so tight,” Sylus groans, throwing his head back, hoping he won’t reach the edge too soon. But with every inch of him disappearing into you, your soft walls gripping him just right, he knows he won’t last long.

“You feel so good,” you gasp, gripping onto him as you begin to ride him at a slow, deliberate pace, giving both of you time to adjust. Sylus meets you halfway, his hands gripping your hips to lift you up, his patience beginning to fade. He leans into a kiss, urgent and sloppy, his self-control slipping with every passing second. Your thrusts grow deeper, harder, fingers digging into each other’s skin, tongues clashing in a frenzy.

“You’re perfect,” Sylus groans between kisses, sinking deeper into you with each movement. “I want to ruin you,” he mutters, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist, his grip so strong you couldn’t escape him even if you tried.

“Ruin me,” you moan, your legs trembling as the frantic pace begins to take its toll. “Fuck me like you hate me— Sylus,” you struggle to form words, breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Do with me as you please.”

Sylus feels like he’s going insane. He pins you down, his body hovering over yours as he pulls you by your thighs, realigning himself. “Is that what you want, baby? Want me to be rough on you?” He wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you whimper.

“I want it,” you admit shamelessly, pulling him deeper into you. He chuckles at your boldness, the grip on your neck tightening until your words are nothing more than a breathless whisper. This time, he moves without hesitation, his other hand pressing against your lower abdomen. The lack of oxygen makes you dizzy, the sharpness of the pleasure and the ache blurring together until it feels like you’re seeing stars. As he thrusts into you—fast, almost desperate—the world around you fades away, leaving only the frantic rhythm of your bodies colliding. Each stroke is deeper, sharper, pulling you further into the abyss of need. “I want more,” you cry out, your voice dripping with desire, sounding far more erotic than you intended.

“Want more?” Sylus growls, a dark chuckle escaping him before he flips you onto your stomach. He presses you down against the mattress, his grip firm, then he’s back at pounding into you from behind like he’s completely lost himself. “How do you like it now?” Sylus growls, his palm coming down hard on your ass, the sharp sting making you cry out in pleasure. The impact is so intense you know you’ll be bruised by morning. “Are you satisfied? Answer me.” Another spank echoes through the room, leaving your skin burning.

“Yes—fuck,” you gasp, struggling to form a coherent sentence. The way he’s fucking you right now has you barely able to catch your breath. Sylus leans down, his chest pressing against your back as he continues his relentless pace.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear you,” he murmurs against your ear before sinking his teeth into your neck, leaving his mark. “Say it again for me, love.”

Your whole body trembles, your release creeping closer, tension coiling dangerously tight inside you. “Yes—yes, I’m so close—” Your words dissolve into a broken moan as you clench down around him, dragging a deep, sinful groan from Sylus, his own release chasing after yours.

You feel a shift in the rhythm—his thrusts growing messier, more desperate, his breath hot and uneven against your cheek. You wish you could see his face right now. As if reading your mind, Sylus flips you onto your back, pressing his body flush against yours. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, your legs locking around his waist, pulling him in deeper. Foreheads pressed together, you move in sync, chasing that intoxicating high. He’s beautiful, you think. His brows furrowed, eyes shut tight, lips parted as soft moans escape him—an expression of pure bliss you never thought you’d witness. Then it snaps. Pleasure crashes over you in relentless waves, so intense it borders on pain. All you can do is cry out his name, again and again, your body trembling beneath him. Sylus isn’t far behind—he comes just as hard, a deep, guttural moan escaping his lips before they find yours in a desperate, breathless kiss, the two of you clinging to each other as you ride out your high together.

You both remain like this in silence, panting, your chests rising and falling in a mismatched rhythm as you struggle to catch your breath. You’re certain Sylus can hear the frantic beating of your heart—just as you can hear his. A strange wave of sadness and nostalgia washes over you, unexplainable yet impossible to ignore. And before you can process it, you wrap your arms around him, holding him close, pressing his head into the crook of your neck. Your fingers comb gently through his hair, while your other hand traces absentminded patterns along his back, coming back to your senses in the warmth of his body.

“If this is how you hate,” he breaks the silence, his voice hushed and raspy, a stark contrast to the usual arrogance, “then hate me. With all your might.” He pulls you closer, holding you tighter as though the very idea of you slipping away terrifies him. Just as you’re about to speak, you feel his breath slow, his chest rising and falling in a deep, steady rhythm. He’s asleep. You linger for a few moments, watching the rise and fall of his body, before quietly slipping out of his arms and into the shower.

The hot water soothes your worn-out body, easing the tension as it cascades over your skin. You replay everything that has happened, the weight of it all settling deep within you. You’re not sure how you’ll face Sylus tomorrow, your heart stirring with both anxiety and a sense of vulnerability. You wash your body and hair slowly, lost in thought, until you suddenly feel the warmth of arms encircling you from behind. You jump, startled.

“Sylus?” you gasp, your heart racing. His grip is firm, unyielding, as he pulls you gently against his chest.

“Thought you left,” he whispers. You try to turn, but you’re unable to break free from his embrace. You pause, torn between words. The vulnerability in his touch stirs something deep inside you, making you question everything. “Please, stay,” he pleads, his eyes locking with yours, full of a raw, unspoken longing. You nod quietly, feeling a lump form in your throat, your own words escaping you.

You finish the shower together in silence, the quiet intimacy of the moment settling around you both. When you step out, Sylus hands you one of his shirts, his movements calm and steady. He slips into bed first, wearing silky pants that match the top you’re now in. You join him, the cool sheets brushing against your skin as you settle beside him, the room filled with an almost tangible awkwardness. The air between you is quiet, but the tension feels different now—an unspoken understanding, something neither of you has the words for. Sylus pulls you closer, his warmth comforting against your own. A few hours ago, you thought you hated him. But now… now you’re confused, lost in a swirl of emotions you can’t fully make sense of. You’re still searching for answers, knowing there’s something important you’re missing.

“Sylus, you—”

“Don’t worry, the brooch is under your pillow,” he interrupts, a playful hint of mockery in his voice. You let out a tired sigh, too exhausted to play his games any longer. He’s smart, you know he understands exactly what’s going through your mind. But tonight, you’re willing to let it.

“You’ll get your answers eventually,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, his forehead gently resting against yours. “But for now, just sleep in my arms, without a care in the world.”

You close your eyes, letting the soothing rhythm of his voice and the warmth of his embrace lull you to sleep. His cologne wraps around you, familiar and comforting, pulling you deeper into the calm. You rest your head in the crook of his neck, and before you know it, you’re drifting into a peaceful dream—one where it’s just the two of you lying together in a field of flowers, wrapped in each other’s arms, surrounded by nothing but love and serenity.

note— So, this was the last part of Sharp Edges. It was my first time writing, and i’m honestly very glad and thankful that some people enjoyed it. I’ll continue doing my best, take care<3

do not copy, steal or translate my work! reblogs, likes and feedback highly appreciated!

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CotL fic recommendations: February 2025

Alright, folks, the second list is ready! Looks like we updated 130 fics last month that fit below 50k, and I checked a good chunk of them! In case you don't know what I'm doing, I thought I would make a monthly list of the coolest fics I checked that either updated/had been published in February. This list will be continued next month and will contain only the stories under 50k. Please note that it's not a list of literary criticism but a short recommendation list with stories that made an impression on me. Same as last month, feel free to add your propositions in the comments! 1. Cult of the Lamb: Redemption by Rooney_2108 (Narilamb) https://archiveofourown.org/works/55033615/chapters/139518334 Alright, so, I admit I do appreciate two things: a well-written hurt/comfort and Narilamb starting as enemies. This fic has it both. While the start might be a little slow, I actually enjoyed coming back to it after work, and I think it's a solid read if you're looking for something to relax with. 2. Pin Feathers by april_island (Narilamb) https://archiveofourown.org/works/63091189 Super cute, short, and in character! I loved how assholy carrying Narinder was! The writing was beautifully smooth and on point, too. I highly recommend sparing your 10 minutes here.

3. (E!) In His Skin. by Wiolli (Narilamb) https://archiveofourown.org/works/63004246/chapters/162494956#main A sweet body change story in which Narilamb is trying (emphasis on trying) to not be horny and miserably fail. The smutty parts got my top notes.

4. Thawing Hearts by twooftheluckyones (Narilamb) https://archiveofourown.org/works/62883583 I seriously liked the characterisation of the Lamb as a weak, slightly lost leader and Narinder as too tired and too cold to deny his feelings anymore. This fic shouldn't have 300 hits, you all. Honorary mentions: A Cowpoke's Sweetheart by MsWikit (Narilamb) https://archiveofourown.org/works/58406584/chapters/148769491 I recommended this fic last month, but we got two new updates in February, and I'm vibrating seeing every single one of them. You don't like Westerns? Me neither! Dinos? God, I only know t-rex! Go read it. It's the best thing that was updated this year.

Romantic Torture by Divinities_Hymns (LeshyLamb) https://archiveofourown.org/works/55670350/chapters/145379476#workskin I'm still on chapter 4 here, but the general idea is making me invested in this story. An accidental wedding, manipulative husbands, the god of Chaos trying to regain his power while falling in love? With Narinder still looming in the shadows? I'm smashing that next-chapter button every time. JANUARY RECOMMENDATIONS

#cotl #cotl fic #cult of the lamb #narilamb #fic update #leshylamb #cotl monthly recomendations

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zuzuelectricbugaloo · 3 days ago

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The Void and Anti-Void, Science and Eldritch Reasoning

About a week ago, I was chatting with @sarcosticsarcomere about the Void and Anti-Void, and the potential science behind them as well as the mysticism of them, ie, something ostentatiously eldritch and Lovecraftian in nature. This is a ramble about it, and please feel free to add on! I'm gnawing at my enclosure trying to figure this out ;v; ESPECIALLY the Anti-Void good lord

Firstly, in terms of structure, the Voids and Anti-Voids overlap each other in a series of parallel dimensions where there are holes (think worm holes and other similar distortions in time) where Gasters or other beings trapped within could escape or travel between dimensions

If being trapped within the Anti-Void creates creatures like glitches and errors such as Geno and Blueberror and Error respectively, why can't the regular Void warp whatever material falls into it until they can't count as what they once were?

Both the Void and the Anti-Void exist as dimensions outside of reality, contradicting and breaking the rules each reality has previously enforced for itself and all that live in it.

But while the Void is an enclosed space open to anyone with the means to enter, the Anti-Void is an open space with limited access granted to very very few (This is why only Error could enter the place for a long while).

As far as I know, there is only one Anti-Void but there are multiple Voids, meaning there are more void walkers than errors out there. This is because the Anti-Void is connected to everything and nothing all at once, but each Void has its own timeline.

It's often considered that the Void is the absence of time and the Anti-Void is the absence of space, but there is nothing confirming that other than how its inhabitants felt from way too long in isolation.

Color and Geno watched time pass without them in their timelines, but Error and Blueberror had nothing of interest to explore in the Anti-Void, because there is nothing interesting in it. Both are complete absences of reality.

At least the Void hides things. The Anti-Void doesn't.

Because the Anti-Void is connected to nothing and everything at once, and each Void has its own timeline, Voids take up the majority of space (which the Anti-Void lacks) and the Anti-Void takes up the majority of Time.

Time being nebulous at best and circular at worst.

It's why Cross spent a decade in the Void and he and XChara suffered: trapped in the white Void of Xtale (not the Antivoid) because the AU paper still existed, and Cross was trapped inside of it.

[Note: IDK if Jakei ever confirmed exactly how long Cross was there but Im going to assume a decade bc of asthetics, what with Cross being the X-Event, Timeline X, X-Tale, all using the roman numeral X which is "ten." ]

Current HC but not entirely sure how plausible it is: Due to the destruction of Xtale and all the Code (space) of XTale removed, Cross accidentally created another Anti-Void. And since he wasn't alone the whole time (because of XChara, Ink, and because humans can't become errors), that's why he didn't become an error himself. He would've become an error if it weren't for Ink's company. XChara sharing a body with him and making XTale become another part of the Anti-Void had it be familiar to Cross's Code, but it is still now a part of the Void/Anti-Void. If Ink hadn't befriended and frequently spent time with Cross, it would have only delayed the inevitable and turned him into a glitch

Reason why: In the Underverse pilot, Cross glitches when Classic teleports through the voids, right? I think that since Cross got upset with Ink when he realized Ink couldn't bring back his AU, this is further proof that Cross would've become an error without Ink's company. And since Ink had left, Cross was starting to become a glitch (when he glitches now and then. Yes it's a way to denote the switch of XChara and Cross, but still, it's glitching) until he'd stolen part of Classic's Soul

XChara's soul may also be a reason why Cross had a longer defense against turning, because humans cannot become errors. However, because XChara's Soul was trapped in Cross's body, Cross was still turning, albeit at a slower rate than most. Unless XChara took total control of their body then he would be immune, but Cross would resist that and XChara doesn't have the complete strength to maintain that hold. Then Error took their soul and the glitching started immediately afterwards.

Cross's Anti-Void and Error's Anti-Void must've merged at some point, which is how Error found him and XChara. Maybe their pocket dimensions were separate at first, because Error can keep most other people from entering his territory, but Cross didn't even know what his Anti-Void was supposed to be in absence of XTale, and that's why Ink, Core!Frisk, Nightmare, and Dream could enter it freely: the pocket dimension gradually expanded into the overarching Anti-Void

Similar to how the universe is constantly expanding, with galaxies away from Earth faster the farther away they are, Voids are constantly expanding (how the multiverse continues to grow with each additional AU; same case with different multiverses and whatnot)

How that relates to the Anti-Void is that, to account for the exponential growth of Voids, the Anti-Void slowly expands. This expansion could be the absorption of abandoned or destroyed AUs, and it happens at all because all matter cannot be created or destroyed.

All that excess needs to go somewhere; it's the Void and Anti-Voids way of maintaining themselves. Anyway, the expansion includes the Anti-Void of Ink's abandoned -----tale AU to Error's, then whatever other AUs were abandoned and forgotten (like maybe GZTale? Flowerfell? Just off the top of my head, correlating the fandom and Creators with the multiverses) and now more recently, XTale's Au/Anti-Void.

The Void is supposed to contain each reality from blending into each other, not the other way around.

The Void is not just empty space. It's vast, boundless, and unknowable nothingness and all that is; an improbable paradox teeming with probability. It's the absence of life and time, the very concepts on which the fabric of reality itself hinges upon.

It Is and Is Not, constantly expanding, destroying and recreating, feeding and ending itself in a never ending cycle.

Encountering the Void strips away the comforting illusion that you have any importance, that your identity itself is lost in the unknowable seas of the cosmos. Lost in a vast, uncaring emptiness that stretches forever and continues to grow, you will drown for all eternity should you slip below its waves.

Anyone trapped in the Void or touched by it, would be subject to this sea of madness and drown. Take Epic and his Eye, for example.

The laws of physics and logic Gester desperately attempts to assign to the creation he'd made as an avatar to this Unknowable power will never be fully within his grasp because it was never meant to be Known. Trying to control the Void is like trying to eat a dream, or provide reason to pure Chaos.

The Void is Limbo animated: it is death and the end of existence. Not only the absence of life, but the very erasure of meaning. In the Void, one Truth is made Known: for all the hubris of man, never could they be what the Other is; and so, Everything will fade into oblivion.

To control or enforce rules of reality upon the Void is madness. Nothing is as it is and everything is nothing as it was. Trust nothing. Not what you see, not what you hear, not even what you think.

Any mind no matter how brilliant would fracture under the strain of contemplating the unthinkable. How Epic endured is a sheer testament to his will.

The Void is emptiness. And yet, the emptiness itself is not devoid of conscious. Somethings are there. Watching. Listening. Speaking.

What have you seen? What have you heard? What do you feel crawling up your spine and consuming, becoming, you and all that you are and will be?

Stare long enough into the abyss, and it will stare back

Epic's Eye and the Void *Because part of this whole equation is related to the Void, many unplanned results could happen because of that association and there is no monster magic or human science that can determine how something that exists just outside their range of logic can operate inside of it. *In this manner of speaking, Gester is playing recklessly with fire, and that fire will strip itself out of all who wish to contain, control, and manage it. **Gester may be intelligent and creative, but he lacks judgment and intuition, and as a result, his creation will become something beyond him. ***The chaos theory, antimatter, and dark energy all associated with the Void have a pattern of destruction inside reality, but outside of it they all find a semblance of peace and order, but Epic will suffer from that order. To sleep is to fight for his life in the Void, to encounter void walkers and phantoms whose own state of persons have been long since obliterated from their shells. They know something is missing and they wish to take it back, but the Eye is a protective measure as much as it is a malicious one.

*Chaos is “a state of utter confusion and disorder; a total lack of organization or order.” Chaos theory is defined as “a field of mathematics that includes other fields such as physics, economics, biology, and philosophy."

**Chaos theory studies the behavior of dynamical systems that are highly sensitive to initial conditions in what is now named "the butterfly effect", where everything exists in a cloud pf probability. Small differences in initial conditions yield widely diverging outcomes for chaotic systems, rendering long-term prediction impossible. This happens even though these systems are deterministic, meaning that their future behavior is fully determined by their initial conditions, with no random elements involved. ***This substantial change in the final result is not expected. It is also totally unpredictable. Thus, we say that there is chaos manifested in this example. ****Gester created the Eye in hopes of containing the Chaos of the Void in a controlled system: the Eye being the gateway, Epic the vessel, and the Void the source of power

Because if he succeeded, if you could control Chaos itself, then all of Reality and the Beyond would be in your grasp. But ofc Chaos cannot be controlled. Epic is changed from a simple monster to an avatar of Chaos. But he is not native born, and so the the Void via the Eye both punishes what it deems to be a hubristic intruder playing God, while also granting Epic the chance to become Other.

Cleaner agent in sleep, returning with chills of fresh death upon waking. He may not be native to the Void, but the Void now has a claim on his power, its own hybrid. Whose mana is permanently changed, his very essence the ineffable cold, leylines filled with the icy waves of a cosmos of madness.

The Eye, like the Void, operates outside of reality, so of course that would explain why Epic still gets LV despite only killing creations of the Eye itself and only in his dreams.

But why would the Eye despise Epic and not Gester himself? That’s the whole reason it attempts to destroy Epic in the first place as explained in Epictale's prequel comic No Pain No Gain. Because it's stuck with him. It does hate Gester too, but Gester isn't its prison.

And during the Epictale comic, Gester is awake and fighting the entire time after acquiring the Eye from Epic and later Packs's . (So we can’t confirm that Gester would suffer the same fate as Epic or not.)

Then with Packs, why would he not suffer from the Eye? Because Packs was never made to use his Eye, never made to open the gateway. (His Eye doesn’t even have blasters, as I recall from an official ask) So his Eye was never “awakened”.

Each Eye is connected to the Void, and the Void hates Rules. It's not against doors being placed, but cannot stand them being open at Reality's leisure.

#void #anti void #epic sans #cross sans #gester gaster #xtale #epictale

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